With this knife I cut the cake Who will be my bride today Sweet Fanny Adams Watch her climb the step ladder A present from her stepfather Sweet Fanny Adams See her reaching out and stripping down the muslin drapes A cover for her nakedness, a veil for her face With curtains for your wedding dress You must take your place amongst The Proper Little Madams And now because I love you I must take my place too
Amongst the murderers, the hope of women Death in every new beginning I must take this woman for my sentence of life And she must take my knife
I will buy a ring of gold And you will practise birth control Sweet Fanny Adams Like a puppet on a string Of oestrogen and progesterone Sweet Fanny Adams This is where your misery starts This is where your mystery stops We'll rent a television To replace Pandora's Box And I will wear a business face And you will learn your proper place From those Proper Little Madams And in my world of cut and thrust I will learn that my place, my place must .....
Be with the murderers, the hope of women Death in every new beginning I must take this woman for my sentence of life And she must take my knife
In my pipe and slippers Do I look like Jack The Ripper? Sweet Fanny Adams But I poisoned you with every kiss Smothered you with domestic bliss Sweet Fanny Adams Underneath the suntan from the sun lamp that we bought Your face is paler than the pale face of a corpse And from the seventh floor of our bungalow You flung yourself down to where they stood below Those Proper Little Madams But in white hair, wrinkles and false teeth I escaped detection by the police
One of the murderers, the hope of women Death in every new beginning I must take this woman for my sentence of life And she must take my knife
Compositor: Nicholas John Currie ECAD: Obra #5016918